Goat in an argan tree
During my first year of teaching English in the provincial capital of Taza, I met my husband at the marche in Fez. He was working for a French oil company and during my second year of service, he was transferred to the region of Essaouira. We conducted a long-distance romance which included visits back and forth. When I visited him in the south, I saw goats like this one climbing in the argan trees to eat the nutty, olive-size fruit.
